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For the fifth night in a row, Uraraka laid in her bed and stared up at ceiling, willing sleep to take her. Its hands are far far away, too scared of the cold.
Faintly, she could hear snoring coming from the next room. Mina must be congested again, that’s really the only time she snores. It must be nice to be able to be warm and asleep in bed. Especially after what Aizawa-sensei made them do for training that day.
She turned over to her right, now facing the wall. It was a mountainous task, considering how much weight she had on top of her. Ten blankets worth, to be exact. And she was still cold. Sure, she could always add another, but eleven blankets seemed… excessive. Uraraka wasn’t sure why the limit was eleven. Maybe ten blankets should definitely be enough and laying on another one would be pointless.
Maybe if she laid still enough, she would just fall asleep without realizing it.
…
Needless to say, Uraraka did not fall asleep until the very early hours of the morning. She moved like a zombie throughout her morning routine.
“Woah,” Mina said, “girl, you look like shit.”
Uraraka gave her a smile that definitely did not reach the eyes. “Thanks, I know.”
She finished washing up to go sit at one of the sinks. The brunette looked at her reflection and the girl staring back at her was- for lack of better words- pathetic looking. Her eyes looked droopy with noticeable bags under them and her skin was more pale than usual.
It wasn’t anything a lot of makeup couldn’t fix.
…
The two girls were greeted immediately upon entering the kitchen by Izuku.
“Hey Mina! Hey Ura- oh my god what happened to your face?” Izuku asked, looking incredibly concerned.
“IZUKU,” Mina gasped and grabbed his wrist, “I need you to come with me right now.”
Her friend tried to drag him away to no avail. When Mina started to use her whole body weight to get him to move, he started to glow.
“Are you ok? Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?”
Mina dug her heels into the ground and leaned back, pulling Izuku’s arm behind him. He used his quirk to brace himself and keep Mina’s hand in his grip so she wouldn’t fall back. It was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
Uraraka laughed genuinely at her two friends’ antics. “You guys, I’m fine. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”
He nodded seriously before allowing Mina to finally tow him away to the other side of the kitchen. She silently thanked whatever deities were out there in the universe for her amazing friends.
As she did that, Uraraka busied her hands with ‘making’ breakfast. ‘Making’ breakfast was opening the fridge and grabbing a tonkatsu flavored meal replacement shake. The main goal was to conserve enough energy to be able to make it through the day. Cooking would take up too much energy.
So she sat at the counter, away from the rest of the class.
“Mon Dieu, mes yeux!” Aoyama suddenly appeared next to Uraraka. “This is truly a tragic sight, Uraraka! I need to save you from whoever is doing your makeup. It’s truly a crime, whatever it is on your face.”
She rolled her eyes and broke the seal on the bottle. This is just his way of showing he cares, she told herself.
Without another word, he made a makeup bag somehow appear in his hand from behind his back and began to rifle through it.
“What-the? How did you-“ She floundered, looking around for an explanation.
“Sorry Ura-babe,” a voice sounded from her left, “Meens texted me and told me to bring down some makeup. She said it was a category five.”
A category five? She must look like actual death. One would think with all of this attention that she was about to fall into a hospital bed.
He picked out a few makeup products and started to get to work on her face.
“First off Hakagure,” she began, “rude. Second of all, a category five involves alcohol, heartbreak, or copious amounts of sex. Last I checked, none of that happened. So this is at the very least a category four.”
“No talking ma petite puce,” Aoyama scolded lightly. A bright pink lip gloss rested in his hand.
She silenced immediately. Uraraka knew that putting up a fight would be futile.
“Bitch please,” Hakagure scoffed, “you have one foot in the grave right now.”
The only thing she could do was roll her eyes while the French boy continued to do her makeup.
…
She couldn’t prove it, but Uraraka knew the cafeteria was louder than usual. Well, scratch that, everything was louder than usual.
When she sat down next to Todoroki, everyone at the table looked at her.
“You don’t look so good, ribbit.”
Well-
Uraraka’s tongue clicked in annoyance. “Thanks Tsu, I’ll make sure to get Aoyama to slap more makeup onto my face before I dare show it in public. I’ll try smiling more too. Would you like that?” An angry smile burned into her lips.
If everyone was going to comment on how she looked today, then they were going to start to get an earful.
Her friends stared at her, shocked that she would ever say anything so mean to anyone, let alone a friend.
Iida spoke first, “Uraraka that was highly inappropriate!”
The smile faded as she thought about what she said. Tsu was only expressing concern and what had she done? Verbally slapped her in the face.
“Have you been sleeping?” Todoroki asked quietly, as he picked at his food.
Great, now she’d done it. Tsu wasn’t the only person affected by her rage. Todoroki reverted back to his first year habits, afraid of communicating with basically everyone.
Tears gathered on her eyes threatening to drop. “Guys, I’m so sorry,” she said, voice wobbly, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
Her emotions bubbled over and the tears began to stream. “I don’t think I’ve been sleeping enough!” She tried to say. Tsu, Iida, Izuku, and Todoroki all nodded like they understood her, so she kept going. “It’s just been so cold in the dorms lately and I keep layering blankets. I’ve got ten of them and the weight makes it so hard to move under them, but I’m still so cold! It keeps me up until three in the morning at the latest!”
Izuku tapped his pointer finger to his chin in thought. “And Aizawa-sensei makes us get up at six for drills. So you’ve been getting less than three hours of sleep for almost a week.”
Now that she thought about it, 15 hours in the last five days really was not enough.
“Uraraka,” Iida did his dad arm chop, “I can’t believe you would play around with your health like this. What if you got hurt during training?”
“Or worse, fall asleep in Aizawa-sensei’s class,” Tsu chimed in. “Maybe your thermostat is broken, have you talked to maintenance?”
Up until five days ago, she never had any complaints about UA. Then she met the maintenance people, they mostly milled about in her room and told her to just keep the vents clear.
“I have, there’s nothing they will do about it. One of the guys said I must have really poor circulation.”
“Can you get a heated blanket?” Izuku suggested.
Yet another solution she already looked into.
She started to pick at her kaisendon. “No, all of the electric plug in solutions I thought of are too expensive for my budget.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
Uraraka turned to Todoroki, who was focused on his lunch. A particularly difficult piece of egg refused to be ensnared by his chopsticks.
“What? Todoroki, I couldn’t possibly ask you to spend your money like that-“
He looked at her with confusion on his face.
“That’s not what I meant. Although, spending money from Endeavor’s card does sound like a fun activity.”
She hoped that she had the dots connected wrong. Surely Todoroki isn’t suggesting-
“Then what are you suggesting, ribbit?”
He successfully grabbed the piece of egg and put it in his mouth. “I run half hot and half cold,” he said as he draped his arm around her.
Ohmygodwarmwarmwarm-
“Todoroki,” Iida cut in as a vein popped in his forehead, “might I remind you that you live on school property, and as class president, I cannot let you two sleep in the same bed!”
He rolled his eyes and retracted his arm.
Nononononononocoldcoldcold-
“It was only an idea.”
A verrrrry good idea, a little voice in the back of Uraraka’s head purred.
Iida huffed, “I never would have expected such an ungentlemanly solution from you Todoroki.”
“Ungentlemanly?” He laughed, “she’s gotten fifteen hours sleep in the last five days, I mean look at her!”
“I am, and breaking the rules is not the solution to this problem.”
“And you would know a lot about breaking the rules, wouldn’t you?” He challenged with a leveling glare.
The way Todoroki said that, was there something she didn’t know about?
“Woah, ok,” Izuku interrupted as he flailed his hands in his attempt to calm them down, “I’m sure there’s a solution that allows Uraraka to be warm and stay out of trouble.”
Todoroki stood up and grabbed his lunch tray, “yeah, sure, whatever. I have to go train.”
He left without another word and when the conversation sprang back after that tense moment, Uraraka got a text.
Hotncold😐❄️🔥: Outside my window, 10pm?